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Last spring, one of our great cities recoiled with

horror after a brutal murder was committed by boys,

scarcely out of their childhood, against another boy.

The trial that followed was no less shocking because

society had to answer a cruel question.

Should we put teenagers to death for killing other teenagers?

I covered the murder and trial in my syndicated column, The Corruptors.

I talked to the young murderers themselves, to their parents,

to the district attorney who prosecuted them,

asking the same question you will ask tonight.

Why?

Why did these youths kill?

Where was the corruption that paved the way for this tragedy? Who was the corrupt?

In a few moments, you will see this harsh and brutal crime.

What you will see has not only happened time and time again in our own country,

but in every major city of the world.

Different faces, different places, but the same story.

And somewhere out of these streets,

the fabric of a nightmare is beginning to take grotesque shape.

Moving through a street such as this one,

where pleasures to suit both the eyes and tastes are halved.

Here is the marketplace for millions of souls racked up

one on top of the other like boxes of eggs in a crate, each pulsing with life.

These people are headed somewhere.

Some are going to the movies.

Francis Jones and his girl wanted to go to the movies,

but he's a little short of money.

Besides, it's a pleasant spring evening for a walk, and the park is free.

These are the young murderers who will kill Francis Jones.

The boy dancing with the girl is Ira. He isn't 15 yet, and under the law,

cannot be tried for murder.

The husky one on top of the crate is Tom Penny.

He's all of 16 and powerful. They call him Giant.

Paul Bean is also 16. The gang calls him Jazz because he digs dancing the most.

This boy is of Irish-Italian heritage.

His name is Tony McLaughlin.

His self-chosen nickname, Spider.

He's 17, and there's a knife under his shirt.

The one with the olive skin is Osolito, a boy troubled by nightmares.

He became 16 four days ago.

Tonight, his nightmares will turn into grim reality.

In a park 20 blocks from here, these boys will kill Francis Jones.

This will be no dream like those from which Joselito

has awakened so often with a scream.

This will be the real thing.

A bomb ignited by imagined hates and disappointments.

The explosion bewildering to its innocent victim.

Suddenly, the nightmare in which Joselito so often

finds himself reaches out for its sacrificial lamb,

the thing against which they can vent their wrath, their bitterness, their hate.

Then the one sober moment when the animal pack

realizes it's irrevocably deep. Murder!

I was up all night, crying.

Won't bring him back, but should do it anyway.

Except the wife, she can't even cry.

He was such a decent boy, Mr. Marino.

And they have to pick him for killing.

They won't get off, will they?

No, they'll be sent to a reformatory.

Is that enough?

When I was a kid, Things like this, trouble, gangsters, reasons, something to gain,

but they didn't know Francis. He didn't know them. Why?

Just bought a new suit.

Was wearing it for the first time.

The mirror trying on different ties.

He liked everything just right.

He never even broke a toy as a child.

He looked after his things.

I want them to die for what they did to Francis.

I want them to die.

I want them to die.

I tried, Mr. Marina.

I tried my best after these folks was killed in an accident last New Year's.

You tell them in your paper, I want Tom to be treated the same as the rest.

I want him to get a trial, just like a white boy.

But if he did what they say he did, I want him to get just what he deserves.

Only this morning.

This morning, a guy made a big joke out of my

name being the same as one of the killers.

What was I supposed to do? Come out and tell him it was my kid?

There's no sense torturing yourself anymore, Mr. Bean.

You have the wife to think about.

My wife.

She's a big help.

What do you want me to do, Fred? Go on crying?

You don't think I love my son?

Even after what he did? I just don't know what else to do.

I just don't know. Seems like I've even forgotten how to pray.

Tonight, lying in bed, she would remember how to pray.

Tomorrow, the trial of his murderers begins.

Tonight.

The mother of Joselito Gomez prays to her God.

In the same church, in a different language,

and not knowing who the other woman is, the mother of Toni McLaughlin also prays.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

Brave Boston is now, and at the hour of our death.

I'm going, Aunt Katie. And you will be back by 11. Aunt Katie, I'm 16.

And I'm 45 and bigger than you, and you will be back by 11. 30.

Get!

Hi!

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh, that's all right, Katie.

It's been a long time since I've had the district

attorney all to myself to talk about old times.

What he means, Katie, is he's pumping me for trade secrets.

Let's see, you were always a one-lump man, Paul?

Oh, that was then. Have to watch the waistline now.

Paul's going to stick his pencil into the trial of those kids.

Oh?

What makes them do it, young people like this?

The age-old question.

Maybe John can help us find the answer. I think I am, Paul. A magician?

No, just the district attorney of the county and state in

which a murder has been committed that affects us all.

But you yourself very seldom actually get into

court and prosecute a case personally.

Why have you made an exception in the case of Francis Jones?

Why? Not because this case is more heinous than others, although it is.

Not because of the publicity, which will be more adverse than not.

Janie, maybe?

Seeing your own daughter in a spot like Eileen Wainwright's? Yes.

Yes, I suppose there's some of that in it.

Janie means more to me than anything I ever loved in life. Actually,

I want protection for Janie, but it's more than that for us, a lot more.

You know, it's a dirty job prosecuting four young people, and I...

I didn't want to order anybody else to do it, and there were no volunteers.

Well, doesn't your staff believe they're guilty? They believe all right, Paul.

They just don't know the extent of responsibility.

Do you, John?

I'm going to find out, Katie.

I'm going to make up my mind once and for all.

You know, it's not just us here. It's happening all over the world.

And it's about time we all made up our minds just

how responsible we're going to hold them.

They're so young.

So is Francis Jones.

Night, Paul.

See you in court, John.

Excuse me a moment, please.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Mr. Turan. Who is this?

You don't know me. What do you want?

How did you get this number?

Easy, man.

We got something else.

We got your daughter.

Now, she's very pretty. Now, you give Spider and Giant and the others a hard time,

and she ain't gonna be so pretty.

What time is it, Jenny?

What time?

11 o'clock.

Two minutes after.

Don't tell me this whole thing is over two little minutes.

When your aunt tells you to be home at 11 o'clock.

I mean 11 o'clock, and if there's any scolding to do, I'll do it.

There's chicken in the refrigerator, Charlie, and some strawberry shortcake.

No, thanks, Katie. I had my dinner.

Kelly, you take the front of the house, and Riley, you take the back.

And stay literally relieved, all right, fellas?

You want to tell me about it, Charlie?

Well, we picked them up about two blocks from the house.

They went for a drive, they talked, they had a malted milk,

and then they headed home.

Nothing happened, John.

Thanks, Charlie.

Oh, you know Paul Marino, Captain Mantiglione?

I've heard of him. You're going to hear more about him. He's writing us up.

Well, it was probably just a crank call,

but I'm going to put a couple of men in the house at night.

Put two on the ladies in a day, and I'm going to put one on you too, John. Me?

Yeah, you. What, do you think you're bulletproof or something?

Proud, maybe.

I'll admit I was scared, though. I haven't been that scared since the war.

You're still at war, aren't you, John?

With the young punks, the young hoodlums,

the young murderers who are turning our streets into a jungle.

You moved away from it, John.

But too many are still living in it.

You know, John, I'm almost glad this came to your house.

Yeah.

Now maybe you can do something to solve it.

Oh, sure. Gonna prosecute those kids tomorrow?

I mean, are you really going to prosecute those kids tomorrow?

I'm going to try to do what's right for the people of the state, for your family,

Charlie, for mine, and for those four young people on trial.

Can you do what's right for those kids and for the rest of the world, too?

For 40 years, Mr. Marino, 40 long years, I have been in practice right here.

I've come a long way from Blackstone and studying nights.

You ask me how much I've learned in all that time.

I have to tell you, not much more than I knew back in those days.

You know why, Mr. Marino?

I feel privileged to hear your point of view, sir.

Because in all that time, human nature hasn't changed one iota, not a bit.

Oh, different clothes, perhaps, fancier desks.

But hate is still with us.

Good and evil.

Day and night. Plus and minus. The opposites.

Conflict.

Is that why you feel about these boys the way you do?

Let's say that I've never been interested in revenge.

You're a paradox counselor.

An old-fashioned man who should believe in using the rod, not spoiling the child.

Would using the rod prevent wanton killings?

Has turning a cheek saved the Francis Jones boy from being

struck down by a pack of wild animals and murderers?

Take a good look at this murderer. There.

On the day of the tragedy, that murderer was four days past 16 years of age.

Not so long ago, Mr. Marino, Children are treated as adults in our courts.

Less than 200 years ago in England,

an eight-year-old boy was hanged for stealing a loaf of bread.

In our own country, 75 years ago,

a 14-year-old boy was hanged in Nebraska for stealing a cow.

Yes, times have changed.

There are some who will bemoan the passing of our frontier spirit, the Old West.

Well, I thank God for it.

Today, in this state, a child under 16 years of

age is deemed incapable of committing a crime.

And upon the commission of a crime,

he's committed to a reformatory there to be treated and cured. This is our law, Mr.

Marino, and it's a good one.

I'll remember that tomorrow when I go into court.

General Sessions, where the four young murderers will be tried.

This is the arena where their lives, or the years of their lives,

will be placed in the balance.

A conflict reduced to testimony, statements, arguments, rules of evidence,

but nevertheless fierce in its unfolding and awesome in its results.

These are the defendants.

See how clean and scrubbed and young they look.

These are their lawyers, each receiving $1,250 for his three-month effort here.

These men, hand-picked, can make half that much money in a single day.

Mr. Terran, sitting here with his assistant,

will prosecute as vigorously as they defend.

The judge, the Honorable George Purcell, for whom the court has risen...

We'll act as umpire.

The trial will be composed of two parts.

The first determining who are the boys responsible for the murder,

almost a foregone conclusion.

And the second phase, the presentation of the pleas before the jury,

who determine the extent of punishment in this state.

The trial will cost the state $228,000. Mr. Terran will try.

He will search his conscience, and he will try to make this trial meaningful.

You may proceed.

Thank you, Your Honor.

May it please the court, the state charges the

defendants with murder in the first degree.

The state intends to prove that at about 9 p.m.

on September 4th last year, the defendants, Anthony McLaughlin, Jose Gomez,

Thomas Penny, Paul Bean, did with malice aforethought, willfully, feloniously,

with intent, deliberation, and premeditation.

Proceed to the place of the murder, and there, with fists, boots,

and other weapons, beat Francis Jones, then 18 years old, to death.

The state asks that the jury base their verdict on the evidence presented,

and not upon the ages of the defendants.

The gauntlet was thrown and the contest about to begin.

Not all would leave the arena when it was over.

T.C. Muffet, Esquire, would plead for the young

defendant's lives out of his own principles.

And I would hang on to his every word, waiting for that one flash,

that one insight into a corruption so subtle.

It involved us all.

I want you to take a good look at this murderer.

Under the law, this child is construed to be a man.

Now look at him, this man.

Four days past 16 years of age at the time of the crime, but for four days,

96 hours a long weekend, he would not be here.

He would be in children's court where they're trained to treat him.

Now this indictment reads that Francis Jones was beaten

to death with fists, boots, and other weapons.

Now look at this boy.

Really look at him. Oh, Joselito was there.

But look at these hands.

Are they deadly weapons?

Are they?

And as to boots, he was wearing soft canvas shoes.

Joselito was there, but the state?

Will not prove that he carried a weapon. He did not.

Joselito was there, but he did not do murder.

Will you tell us your name, please?

Eileen Wainwright.

Were you a friend of the late Francis Jones?

Yes.

Were you going to marry him, Eileen?

I don't know.

On the night of September 4th last year, the night

he was... the night he died, were you with him?

Yes.

Would you please tell the jury just what happened?

That night, we thought we'd walk in the park, Francis and I. I wanted to kiss him.

Should we run?

No, they'd catch you.

Hey, man, you wanted the Jayhawks?

No.

No, no what? No, sir.

Well, we're in your park, fancy boy. You know that? We're in your park.

Where'd you get that watch?

My father gave it to me.

Man, you're a liar. That looks like the watch I lost.

Your father never gave you that watch, right?

Hey, you dollface, you want to go for a walk with me? You want to do that, huh?

You're a Jayhawk, a lousy Jayhawk.

No, I'm not. All right, who wants to start it off? I've seen you with them.

Come here, Joselito.

All right. You seen him? You start it off.

Go on, Shrimpy. Don't call me like that. Go on, Shrimpy.

Big Joe.

I'm only kidding, Jose. Big Joe. Show me.

Big Joe.

You call me Big Joe.

Run!

Run!

Yes.

He was going to college, did you know that? He was going to be a teacher. Oh, God,

why did they kill him? Why did they do it?

Oh!

Oh!

Would you mind moving the car so I can get out of here, please?

Easy, Dad, sure.

Really gave it to him good today, didn't you, Daddy?

You get that car out of my way.

The arena has been opened for another day.

They're all here. Those interested, those involved.

Perhaps the boy who tried to run Terran down, still watching, waiting,

looking for another chance.

Now the gladiators will have... After a while, there will be blood on the sand.

You may proceed.

This is the confession of Thomas Penny.

Don't bug me, man.

Like I told you, we went there to talk peace.

We didn't mean for nobody to get hurt.

Were you carrying a club with you that night?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What kind of a club?

A little one, like I told you, a billy.

Where'd you get it?

A broomstick.

And you hit the boy, Francis Jones, with that club?

Yeah.

How many times did you hit him?

Now, man, I don't know. Like, I didn't count the times.

Where did you hit him?

In the back.

Only in the back?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I stood over him like a giant.

He was scared, like I'd been.

His face was real pale.

I hit him.

I cut him.

He called me shrimp.

And I told him big joke.

I told him my name, and I said, you better call me like that.

But he wouldn't.

So I hit him.

Wasn't it Tony who called you names? Spider?

Yeah.

It was that punk.

Why did you hit the other boy?

I hit him with my fist.

I stomped him.

Ma'am, like it was football, you know. Clang!

Like it was football.

Sure, we kicked them. We stomped them.

Hey, I told them, the cops. I even signed the papers.

Tell me again.

Why did you kill the boy?

I don't know. He had the park, and we wanted it. He stole my watch.

I just meant for him to get beat up a little.

Why?

I don't know. He had the park, and he stole my watch.

Hey, we really ate him up, didn't we?

You know, I saw a pack of wild dogs do that

to this wooly little sheep in a movie once.

I cried.

Once there was this girl I liked.

I thought she liked me too.

She wanted to go walking in General Patton Park one day.

They beat me up.

That chicken, she stood there laughing at me. Yeah, I was only 15 then.

But I got a couple of guys together.

We paid that little girl a visit.

Man, now I'll tell you something.

I'll bet she never forgot me.

You see, I learned something that night.

I only got two feet and two fists.

But I learned that when I took a lot of guys along, man,

I had a lot of feet and a lot of fists to punch with.

You want to know something?

I made a cop run once.

I made a guy faint once without even touching him,

because he was afraid what all my hands could do to him.

You see, man, like, I got what everybody else in the world wants.

All the chicks I can use, and ideas.

And everybody wants that.

And someday, someday, I'm going to own a city.

And I'm going to sell it to them.

But just enough so they can smell it.

It was a magnificent adventure for me.

I have an abstract interest in destruction.

I suppose you might say I'm a nihilist.

Look, they got guys spying on you.

And if you don't go along, they're going to stick and do you in later.

I didn't want to hurt that kid.

But then I didn't want to be chicken.

Chicken?

Wow, man.

Like all the guys were hitting them and kicking them.

I couldn't do no less than that.

I couldn't do no less than that.

Harken unto your verdict as it stands recorded.

You say you find the defendant Anthony McLachlan,

guilty of the crime of murder in the first degree.

And you further find the defendant, Jose Gomez,

guilty of the crime of murder in the first degree.

And you further find the defendant, Tom Penny,

guilty of a crime of murder in the first degree.

And you further find the defendant, Paul Bean, not guilty as charged,

and not guilty of any lesser charge.

And so say all of you.

The first part of the trial was over, and the verdict of guilty rendered.

But it was only the beginning for the convicted boys,

with the exception of Paulie Bean,

who it was felt had not contributed to the death of Francis Jones.

Since in this state the actual punishment for the crime

is the jury's decision rather than the judge's,

the more vital phase of the trial was still to be argued before the people.

Somehow the spoilers don't do so good around here, Mr. Marino. Good schools,

funny things for the young people to do.

Well, it's not all in where they live,

but somehow this world isn't quite right for them.

You know, ten years ago, if you'd have told me that,

I'd have told you to save it for the preachers and the social workers.

Ten years ago, you weren't a captain.

How is she, John?

She's bad, Charlie. Bad. She's going into surgery this afternoon.

Her eyes are open, you know. She doesn't see anything. Her speech is altered.

The doctor says she's got a 50-50 chance.

And Katie?

Oh, she's under sedation.

Shall we...

This the boy? That's him. Want to make the phone call, try to run me down? Yes.

How did he come into my life, Charlie?

What is he?

What are you, Teddy?

How old is he?

You think he got the way he is yesterday or the day before?

How many years do you suppose this thing has been showing? A long time, John.

Why didn't someone see it, John, before he did a thing like this?

I saw it, John.

I saw it a long time ago, and a lot of other people should have been seeing it.

What about the 1,000 American juvenile cyclists that took

over a Mexican town and held it in terror for 36 hours?

Or for those people who like to travel,

how about the 50 kids in southern France that attacked the tourists,

or the juvenile riots in Sweden at the Grand Prix?

And in Singapore.

In Singapore, where the teenagers gotten to be a major power in the underworld.

Statistics, Mr. Moreno.

Statistics to stack up against T.C. Muffet's museum of... of legal horrors.

This kid's name is Theodore Blaine.

When he was 10 years old,

he beat up his sister and was sent to a religious correctional institution,

where he set the place on fire.

Then he went back to Children's Court.

Then he was sent to Seshheim,

because they had a good psychiatric staff available there.

Then he went to the security annex at Tarrytown, where they had an, I quote,

A larger psychiatric staff available.

Then an escape and a beating and a stick-up.

And back to court as a wayward minor.

Then two years at a state vocational school.

And after that, the mandatory release.

Now that brings us right up to the present, John.

And that's 12 years.

12 years in state correctional institutions.

Know this boy? Indeed, I know this kid.

I had to.

Why?

I think it's us against you, man.

Well, you did what you had to do.

Now it's up to the judge.

In this state, it's the jury that decides.

We'll have our sentence hearings while the defense claims mitigation, shows reason,

Illicit sympathy pleads for mercy.

And the prosecution, John? What will it do?

Whether or not these kids should be put away for life or permitted

to return to the streets after five short years.

My husband left me six years ago.

I've been on relief when I don't get a job.

When our hoisy little was five, he got sick.

He sleep all the time.

So his head hurt.

Sometimes he sees two things.

Double.

He has crazy dream.

Delirium.

Yes, yes, that's what it is.

That wasn't the disease he had, was it, Mrs. Gomez?

No.

Sleeping sickness.

Sleeping sickness.

We take him to St. Mary's, but they don't do him no good.

Now he don't sleep at all.

Sometimes he goes delirium.

He remember nothing when he's that way.

He still has this condition?

Yes.

Thank you.

I call Dr. William Provost to the stand.

He is suffering from the residual effects of epidemic encephalitis,

commonly called sleeping sickness. In the case of children,

behavior disorders are of a...

Restless and aggressive nature, cruelty toward animals and toward other children.

Doctor, could you tell us anything about this

boy's conduct on the night of the murder?

Well, in a severe pressure situation or strain, he would be very susceptible.

Easily guided and ordered around by the more dominating

and aggressive members of the gang.

Is there a cure, Doctor?

We can try to re-educate these children, try to control the residual effects.

Can you control Jose Gomez, Doctor?

Can you treat him in such a manner as to give some measure of guarantee

that he will not again in the future murder another human being? No.

If it may please the court.

I have been requested by my learned associates

to make the final plea for all these boys.

They have asked me to do this not, I think,

in deference to my long experience at the bar of justice,

but because I am an old man, a grandfather.

They know that I have seen many changes in the ways of our lives.

They know that I love children.

I ask mercy for these three boys,

the same kind of mercy you would ask me to show if they were your own children.

And I sat where you sit, and you Stood here.

Look, I beg of you, into your hearts.

Ask yourselves, is Joselito Gomez a criminal, or is he a sick child?

It's not a pleasant duty to punish young people.

Mr. Moffat has told you what he believes, or perhaps what he wants to believe.

You have convicted them of murder,

and the state demands that the punishment fit the crime.

Murder in the first degree is the unlawful killing

of a human being with malice aforethought.

Implied when no considerable provocation appears,

or when the circumstances attending the killing are

such that show An abandoned and malignant heart.

I want you to remember those phrases. With malice aforethought,

an abandoned and malignant heart.

The murder of Francis Jones was a terrible, terrible thing.

And I want you to remember that, too.

T.C. Moffat's a brilliant man.

He sees many things, but some things he does not see.

He does not draw the conclusion that would permit a

safe, sane, healthy, orderly, just society to exist.

How responsible was Joselito for what he did?

He is 16 years old with a mind damaged by serious illness.

He can't vote.

He can't even sue without a guardian because he is too young.

And yet, he was on trial for his life.

There is injustice here somewhere.

I beg of you not to make a worse mistake.

I beg you not to put him away for life.

I swear before God that had he killed my own grandchild, I would love him still.

I would show him mercy.

Mr. Muffet sees that Jose Gomez is sick,

and that Anthony McLaughlin and Thomas Penny were

caught up in a world which they had not created.

But what he does not see is That we would have no world at all

if they're not held responsible for their actions in it.

As to Tom Finney and Tony McLaughlin,

I say to you that they have done a terrible thing.

But I also say to you that five years in prison is enough.

How many days is it? How many nights?

How many endless ticking hours, minutes, seconds?

I ask you to think of your own days and nights on the streets of this city.

Truly, you who have been brought up on the city

streets Can look at these children and say,

there but for the grace of God go my children, my grandchildren.

They can be helped.

They can come out of prison still young, still able to face life.

It is the opinion of Dr. Provost that psychotherapy would not hold,

would not help in the case of Jose Gomez.

The belief that he can be cured is an illusion.

It is not safe to again allow him to walk the streets of the city.

If, as in some states, I were forced to ask for

his life, It would be a grim, terrible thing.

But better that than to have him freed, perhaps to kill again.

I thank God that I have not had to make that decision.

Would you barter their lives for a harsh revenge which will not help

Francis Jones or his parents or you or society or these three boys?

These boys who stand before you with their lives in your hands and your hearts.

I beg the court's indulgence for a moment.

Would you like to recess, Mr. Muffet?

No.

Thank you, no, Your Honor. Mr.

Muffet says that Anthony McLaughlin and Thomas Penny

were leaders, but they did not lead.

They were members of a pack.

Well, does this mean that the members of a lynch mob are not

to be held responsible because they were members of a mob?

Does it mean that the German Gestapo, who marshaled the death of millions,

are not to be held responsible for their actions

because they were citizens of a country gone mad?

No, they must be held responsible, otherwise we would have world chaos.

Everyone must be held responsible, must be held accountable for their actions.

Every man born must accept the responsibility of being, even children.

One final thing. The state contends that Tom Penny

and Tony McLaughlin were leaders of the pack.

This pack had a group mind, terrible, savage mind.

But I do not believe that the boys who formed This pack, which we, parents,

guardians, and state permitted them to form,

I do not believe they should be held individually

responsible for the actions of the pack.

We must break them up.

We must learn to supervise our children again,

to lend purpose and meaning to their lives.

That is the way we can pay for the life of Francis Jones.

Are you going to let them walk the streets again in five short years?

Mr. Muffet asks justice for them.

I ask justice for us, our children, for the decent 90% of us,

including the millions of teenagers who have not done murder,

who need our protection, who have a right to it.

I ask justice for Frances Jones.

The Bible says, he who smiteth a man so that he die shall surely be put to death.

I don't ask for that much.

And if you punish these children for our mistakes,

I will never forgive myself for my inadequacy.

And I do not think that God will forgive you for yours.

Court will recess until 2 o'clock this afternoon.

Tonight, T.C. Muffet will die.

He will have a stroke, and 43 minutes later, he will be dead.

Will the foreman of the jury read the sentence?

We respectfully recommend to the court the following sentences.

For Anthony McLaughlin, life imprisonment with provision for parole.

For Jose Gomez, life imprisonment with provision for parole.

For Thomas Penny, Life imprisonment with provision for parole.

The jury has passed sentence.

A not untypical sentence for a crime of this nature in our society.

Of the young murderers, three will spend five years in prison.

The other was sentenced to a correctional institution.

The father of Francis Jones will say, It's not fair. They got away with it.

They know they can get away with murder.

Eileen Wainwright will say, sooner or later, somebody else is going to get killed.

John Terran feels that way, too.

But in spite of his feelings, he is happy.

Janie is talking again.

Janie is going to be better.

Their trial and imprisonment will cost many thousands of dollars,

better spent on supervised recreation.

Until this is done, we must protect our youth against the malignant ones.

To let them loose out of misguided kindness and charity

is to let havoc break loose on the streets again.